Thursday, May 11, 2006
The rest of the story...
So when my brother got to be a teenager and it was his turn to have a car to drive, he got something more like this:


He was a teenage boy. You know what nutjobs they are. The funny thing is that this turned out to be the most reliable car they had at the time. His Escort was named "Sac Atak" or something like that. It was a nod to his ten years of football. Does the disparity in the vehicles that were presented to us show favoritism? I don't think so. It showed a certain sense of practicality, if you ask me. Only one of us crashed our grandfather's truck, I'll let you guess which of us that was.

Now...before you feel all sorry for my brother, consider that today he drives a brand new one of these:


And I drive one of these:

Written at 6:00 PM by Highlandgal.
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